In the city where the shadows play,
Neon lights guide me through the fray,
A shimmer in the night, a spark ignites,
Glitches in reality, a thrilling sight.
Riding waves of electric sound,
Lost in the rhythm, I’m spellbound,
Every heartbeat resonates like a drum,
In this haze, I feel it coming undone.
Chasing echoes down these neon streets,
Filled with whispers that drift and meet,
The glitch in the system pulls me near,
In the pulse of the night, I have no fear.
Dancing under a cosmic glow,
Waves of color in a vibrant flow,
As time bends and stretches like a dream,
Caught in the current of a distant beam.
We are the children of the night,
Forever flickering in this light,
With every pulse, we sync and dive,
In this haze, we feel alive.
The neon nights may fade away,
But I’ll hold on until the break of day.
In this symphony of space and time,
We'll ride the waves, forever in our prime.
So let the shimmer guide our way,
Through the glitches where we’ll always stay,
In the currents of this bright embrace,
Together we'll find our own solace.
As the echoes slowly fade to light,
We’ll dance forever, shining bright.
In the silence of the night, we know,
The pulse of the neon continues to flow.
Synthwave
Neon, shimmer, glitch, haze, pulse